once again roaming those plains of mine
you should not have entered
control and lose control and rein ’em back in
i howl at the treelines while you see only night
i’ve built a wyoming distance
a hole on the ridgeline this month
every fiber all my life
why am i the light to your moth
angrily viewing the horizon smoke
looks like i’ll hunt a little (while) longer
i like it when (the) rays peer through the branches
then tunneling back to the ranch unheard
i’ve built a wyoming distance
line them up – (it’s) you and me
my every fiber all my life…
made the fence you (now) taste